Monday, October 26, 2009

When my sister and I were kidswe'd sit in our mom's carin the parking lotof Kroger and talk about life as we knew it.I was seven years older than she,I naturally knew more and so I outtalked her.She liked to sing loudly from the back seatI would make requests:"Sing a Michael Jackson song."Sometimes to be real jackass goof-offsshe and I would catch the gazes ofold white ladies walking past the car,we'd act frightened, which wasn't hard formy sister, the ham of the family.We'd lock our doors to prove a point.and then we'd laugh.Oh how we'd laugh.